A pause obviously comes when we apply the breaks to our lives. Not in a stubborn, mulish sort of way, but to a controlled, almost coasting halt. Journaling is this pause for me. With focused breath, I brain dump to clear the cobwebs. I set my intentions for future creative projects. I ramble on and repeat myself sometimes. A recent excerpt: "Wanting to post something more of myself. Something deeper. Who am I kidding? Just let the randomness of my addled brain flow onto the paper, typos and all. Edit later. Just get the thoughts out." . . . | Digging Deeper! |
. . . One Cricket, Two Cricket, Three Cricket . . . An awkward stillness comes from over-the-top expectations. The discomfort comes from the thought that you won't budge from this irritating spot. The blundering comes from planning 14 steps ahead of where you're at. You've JUST come to a complete stop. Focus on the here & now. Let all that other noise pass. You must be willing to sit until the feeling switches from sullen to sacred. |
Honor that oafish silence!
I painted "Serenade" AFTER I began writing this blog and it felt really good. I'm quite surprised that such an uncomfortable feeling inspired such a bright, happy spread in the journal. But, I guess it fits perfectly with this topic.
It's hard not to fill the lulls with Facebook, visits with friends, or even housework. As I write through the hush, I'm learning to let the silence serenade me.
It's hard not to fill the lulls with Facebook, visits with friends, or even housework. As I write through the hush, I'm learning to let the silence serenade me.